I have love
I have pieces,
Certain segments that fell apart
Not from within this heart.
It is the trees that seem to die
Branches breaking, flaking sounds
Vacant mind, open, vulnerable
A feast for hounds
I whisper aloud
Help is to come from above a cloud
I am here
A broken ship
Certain parts of debris
Extracted from my knee
Explains the function of my mind
Foggy waters, rocky shores
Weak, potent, lost
I lost my head before
I think aloud
Whether he is still proud
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 7:17 PM UTC
I have love
I have pieces,
Certain segments that fell apart
Not from within this heart.
It is the trees that seem to die
Branches breaking, flaking sounds
Vacant mind, open, vulnerable
A feast for hounds
I whisper aloud
Help is to come from above a cloud
I am here
A broken ship
Certain parts of debris
Extracted from my knee
Explains the function of my mind
Foggy waters, rocky shores
Weak, potent, lost
I lost my head before
I think aloud
Whether he is still proud
Sometimes your mind can be a prison or an inferno
